Sun Sleep

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    Sun Sleep

    The Sun is slowly losing the tug-of -war
    She is having with the Moon.
    The angels call to her.
    They have made a bed for her of soft clouds.
    Reluctant,
    She gives in to the temptation.
    Rest yourself,
    Tomorrow will be here soon enough.
    And again
    You will send gentle kisses
    To light my day.

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    catarino commented on Sun Sleep

    08-19-2009

    Reluctant, indeed. who wants to sleep? i have explored the same struggle in a few of my writings (sun/moon)- the two competing for the earth's affection. each sacrificing, when the time comes, their temporal audience.
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    mlea

    08/20/2009

    sun-moon; male-female;opposites conflict, but the dance is always beautifully choreographed.Thank you for looking in....mlea

    slimgrady commented on Sun Sleep

    06-13-2009

    Mlea, I truly enjoy reading poems such as this one. I love how you've captured the evening. This reminds me of a line of Shakespeare. "Arise fair Sun and kill the envious Moon For she is sick and pail with envy that thou her maid are far more fair than she"
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    dragonfly1023 commented on Sun Sleep

    06-12-2009

    the visuals come to life in this lovely scene high above in the celestial night. this would make an excellent story illustration. great imagination and great words mlea.
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    hdmac commented on Sun Sleep

    06-12-2009

    Interesting, simple. I am glad it did'nt take too many words for you to get to the next day. I like "the bed of soft clouds" where the sun has to sleep.
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    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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